Hoshi promised epicness - and she has delivered.

WARNINGS

This is Rated M for a reason (well, many reasons to be honest), PLEASE, PLEASE, read the warnings first!

I don't want any flamers, or people moaning about stuff, when they shouldn't have read this in the first place.

THIS FIC CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE, GRAPHIC SEX, BONDAGE, GUNPLAY AND BLOODPLAY

IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH IM GOING TO TELL YOU TO PRESS THE 'BACK' BUTTON ON YOUR BROWSER NOW

SERIOUSLY.

This fic was inspired after reading the LJ KHR kink meme; I kind of combined two of the requests into one fic, and here you see the finished product.

I pray to God it isn't too filthy for you.

AND YOU; MISS KAANAA - I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS- STOP NOW

I CAN LET THE OTHERS SLIDE; BUT THIS REALLY IS RATED 18+

YOU'LL HAVE ME SENT TO JAIL OR SOMETHING

They both stopped stock-still. Their eyes met; cold and hard.

The silver-haired man swallowed hard as the dark-haired one he was staring at twitched his hand by his side. Stood glaring at each other from opposite ends of the corridor, it was like some kind of Western gun-slinging showdown. Except, the fact that it was Xanxus meant that it was more likely for that scenario to actually become a reality.

Silence.

The two held their poses, shoulders pulled back proudly, feet planted firmly. Neither wanted to be the first to move. So instead, they stubbornly stood there and glared at each other, not saying a word.

But suddenly Xanxus turned on his heel and disappeared into a room, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. Thinking his raven-haired boss was soon to re-appear from the room possibly with a chair or even desk to launch at his underling, Squalo, not wanting to get stuck into another show-down, swiftly picked up his feet and marched down the corridor, flicking his hair arrogantly over his shoulder.

Unfortunately, as Squalo passed the door Xanxus had entered, he was greeted by a glass tumbler, full of whisky, to his head; or more precisely, his temple

Squalo swore as he collapsed on the floor, and Xanxus sulked and glared out of his window, ignoring the unconscious man on his doorstep.

--

Opening his eyes blearily, Squalo blinked, trying to get his swimming vision to focus, only to see a large cotton swab mere millimetres from his eye. Lashing out by instinct, the silver-haired man succeeded in punching Lussuria right in the mouth, the cotton swab sent flying.

“Ahhh! What was that for?! I was only trying to help!” Lussuria wailed, holding his jaw.

From the corner, Bel laughed, slouching into his chair and throwing his feet up onto a medical trolley.

Squalo blinked, blank-faced. Lussuria stared back from behind his sunglasses.

“Honestly! I don’t know why I bother…” the boxer pouted, picking up the medical equipment he’d managed to knock over when Squalo hit him.

“Because your the only one who can, Mr. Sun.” Bel giggled, toying with his tiara happily, clearly quite enjoying the whole scenario from afar.

The silver-haired man looked away guiltily, reaching a hand tentatively to his temple, which had developed a sticky sheen from the dried blood on his skin.

“He got you pretty bad today, Squally,” Lussuria sang mockingly, no doubt pay-back for the punch, “you guys have another argument?!”

Squalo made a noise of distaste before making to get up out of the chair Lussuria and Bel had dragged him into.

“Shishishi, another? Geez, I'm surprised you guys haven't pulled the whole building to the ground yet. You know you're making it pretty hard for the rest of us right?” Bel sang, a vague note of concern leaking into his voice in his last utterance, “I mean, we don't know where to look when we're all in the same room together. The prince gets these bad vibes off you! And it makes him uncomfortable! Right, Lussuria?!”

“Right!” Lussuria pitched in determinedly.

“Still, I prefer listening to you two break stuff than to you at all hours of the night; 'Oh Xanxus, ooh, Xanxus, harde-”

“Want me to break your face too?” Squalo snarled in Bel's direction.

The blond quickly stopped his moaned impersonation, instead giggling to himself and putting his hands on the back of his neck.

“So I'm going to presume that you did have another fight?” the mohicaned-man said, advancing on Squalo with his cotton again.

“We haven’t made up from the last one…” the silver-haired man muttered under his breath, twisting a strand of hair in his fingers before scrutinising it deeply. The blood from his temple had not only made his face look like something from a zombie flick, but it had also managed to stain his hair. Again.

“Great, “ Squalo cried out vehemently, flipping said hair over his shoulder and pushing past a bewildered Lussuria to make his shaky way to the door, “now I’m a fucking ginger as well as being on Xanxus’ hit list!”

“Nyah, Squally, won’t you let m-“

“NO.”

Squalo paused briefly the kick the trolley from under Bel's feet so he fell forward off his chair before marching out and slamming the door behind him.

--

Having successfully made his way to his room and then the en-suite bathroom without collapsing in an entirely inappropriate place (although admittedly he had fallen into the walls a few times), Squalo stood with his face upturned to the water in his shower, attempting to wash the blood out of his sticky hair.

He and Xanxus hadn’t spoken (or anything else for that matter) for three weeks now. It was possibly, probably, definitely the worst argument they'd ever had. The only exchange passed between the two was something thrown at Squalo every now again, and a few threatening glares passed across tables and corridors.

Squalo snarled to himself involuntarily, and dug his hands into his hair and tugged, literally ready to rip it out at the infuriatingly stupid memory of the argument that had caused all this.

Meat.

That was all it was. Some fucking piece of meat. Because Xanxus, being the bratty little dick he was, had thrown a tantrum about how he'd demanded one thing and the stupid fuck-ups in the Vongola kitchen had given him something different. And somehow, because Squalo was supposedly 'in charge' of these things, and despite simply doing what his boss asked of him (it wasn't his fault Xanxus changed his mind in the last moment and didn't bother to tell him) had become the cause of the fiasco, and therefore had the blame, and Xanxus' fury, pinned on him.

Of course, Squalo, riled up by such an accusation had, in his opinion, justifiably yelled at Xanxus, who responded by throwing his desk into the wall and ripping the rest of the room to shreds in a very short space of time.

Normally, thought Squalo, gritting his teeth and rubbing shampoo into his ginger hair for the fourth time, normally I can deal with it. He was used to Xanxus' hissy fits, used to dealing with them; it was his duty as Xanxus' right-hand man, although it was a title he wasn't to apt to admit to. But, for some reason, this time, Squalo had let his pride get the better of him, and when the raven-haired fuck had been too pig-headedly stubborn to even think he could be in the wrong; shouting and screaming at Squalo for no good reason, then tearing up his office in the silver-haired man's name: he didn't stand for it.

Squalo didn't know who was going to be the first to apologise, but he was adamant it shouldn't be him he thought, furrowing his brow angrily staring at his hair, which was now mostly blood-free.

There was only one downside to having fallen out with Xanxus (beside the physical fights, verbal abuse, lack of privileges in the Vongola household, being given the worst, shittiest missions that could possibly be given, silent treatment from the other Varia when Xanxus was in ear-shot for fear they'd be be put on the hit-list too, and of course the more frequent glasses of whiskey to the head); the empty bed.

Three weeks, and Squalo was beginning to feel the strain; he was too angry with Xanxus to even jack off since it was always his dark-haired boss's face that came to mind whenever his hand wandered to his nether regions. And since he just wanted to stab Xanxus in the eye at that moment in time, it meant relieving the tension by himself was nigh on impossible.

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a fluffy white towel around his slender waist, Squalo simply now had to brush out the knots that the dried blood and vigorous washing had created in the front of his hair. Grabbing his secret hair-brush that had quite a nice handle off the unit, and pushing all thought of stupid Xanxus and that stupid argument out of his mind, Squalo, hacking at the knots in his hair with his brush, kicked open the door to his room.

But, Squalo was forced to stop hacking at his beautiful hair at a sight that made his eyes widen with shock; Xanxus.

Sat on the end of his bed looking angry (by normal people's standards that was, by Xanxus' standards he looked relatively normal), his raven-haired boss was glaring at him as he exited his bathroom.

The two were caught in a dead-lock almost immediately.

Squalo couldn't even feel embarrassed for his pretty brush.

“W-what?!” Squalo stammered out eventually, frozen to the spot, dripping onto his carpet.

The first sentence to be passed between the two in three weeks that didn't contain an insult or the word 'fuck'. Xanxus glared at him, wordless.

“You can't just come in here, and-and just not even say anything! What do you want?!”

Xanxus smirked. Squalo balked.

“You've got to be kidding me! Hell no! Get out! You're crazy! I-...yo-...ju-...AH!” Squalo waved his arms furiously, leaving his brush attached to his hair, swaying gently, tangled into the knots.

Xanxus raised an eyebrow. Squalo fumed.

“Are you going to apologise?”

Xanxus furrowed his brow and looked away. Squalo raised his chin, and resolved to be mature about it, and this silent conversation he was having.

“I didn't think so. So if you wouldn't mind, I'm kind of busy right now.” he sniffed, giving the brush a quick yank so it came out of his hair before pointing it at Xanxus in what he'd hoped would be mildly threatening, but when he thought about it, it was quite impossible for a relatively pretty hair-brush to be such a thing.

He was being ignored however. He waited a moment, the two staring at each other as Squalo started to grow cold, standing wet and naked in the cool air, and becoming quite aware of his nipples hardening in aforementioned cool air. He was also quite aware of Xanxus staring, and was willing the feeling in the pit of his stomach to give in to the rage that was boiling his blood.

“Xanxus!” Squalo yelled, forcing himself to make the decision, “You prick, just get out!”

“What did you just call me?!” Xanxus snapped, standing up, and taking a step towards the silver-haired man.

“You heard me, you stupid fuck!” Squalo shouted back, clenching his fists, even the fake one, wishing, more than ever, that it was still real so he had the grip to wrap it around Xanxus' neck and strangle him.

“Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?!” Xanxus lowered his voice to a threatening growl, striding toward Squalo.

“I think,” Squalo said breathily, building up the courage to actually spit it out, knowing that it would most likely result in his return to Lussuria's medical room, “I'm talking to an arrogant fucking dick who's too busy thinking about how great he is to even notice that there might be other people on this planet with him and not just slaves to do his every bidding!”

“What, you mean that's not your job?” Xanxus laughed, his eyes wide in that angry way that made him look slightly crazy, now stood inches from Squalo, staring down directly into his eyes.

“NO! IT ISN'T!” Squalo exploded right in Xanxus' angry face, shaking with cold and pure fury; he would actually be genuinely happy if Xanxus simply dropped down dead there and then.

“Well you don't seem to mind doing it in the bedroom!”

“Wha-” Squalo flushed, “Xanxus, just fuck off already, you stupid fucking prick!”

“Pussy.” he retorted.

“Bastard!”

“Slut!”

Squalo flinched like he'd been slapped. Xanxus had gone there.

“Xanxus, just get ou-!”

But before Squalo could finish he found himself on his knees on his bed, a gun pressing into the back of his head forcing his face into the mattress, Xanxus having grabbed him by the wrist and throwing him into the submissive position.

Squalo shut his eyes and breathed as steadily as he could. In all their fights, ever, Xanxus had never seriously threatened him with his guns. He'd waved them about a bit, trying to be intimidating, but never once had he pointed one at Squalo. The silver-haired man could feel his heart pounding against his rib-cage, pumped up from the screaming match and now the fear of having his brains splattered onto his pristine white sheets.

“Well that certainly shut you up didn't it?” Xanxus purred, kneeling behind Squalo, and with his other hand pulled away the towel that was barely hanging onto the silver-haired man's hips, throwing it onto the floor, baring Squalo completely.

Xanxus gave a soft prod to Squalo's skull, causing the silver-haired man's breathing to hitch; he couldn't even count on his fingers and toes how many times he'd been threatened with guns, or even shot at, but coming from Xanxus, suddenly everything felt a hundred, a thousand, a million times scarier.

“Don't tell me you're afraidof little old me, Squalo?” the raven-haired man mocked, feigned concern lacing his voice, as he withdrew the gun from the other man's head only to trail it down, agonisingly slowly, Squalo's spine, the cold metal pressed against his skin making the silver-haired man shudder.

Squalo could tell what was going to come next, even before Xanxus forced his legs apart wider with his knees, and even before that gun dragged down to rest on his tail-bone, threatening to trail lower.

Staring blankly at his clenched fist by his head, Squalo muttered so quietly, Xanxus had to strain to even hear it;

“Just do what you want...Not that it'd matter if I gave you permission or not...”

Xanxus pulled a face.

“Where's the fun in that?! You always have to put a fucking downer on things, don't you? I much prefer it when you put up a fight.” Xanxus emphasised the last word by leaning forward to grind his clothed crotch into Squalo's bare behind, eliciting a tiny moan from the silver-haired man, who was about ready to just give up and cry, seeing if sobbing and wailing would make Xanxus think twice.

He was at his wits' end. What else could he possibly do? Squalo couldn't just turn around and try to apologise now, for one, he was too proud to do it in the first place, and secondly, he genuinely didn't think it would make any difference. He wondered if Xanxus cared for him even slightly. It pained his heart to think he was just some toy to his boss; just something to pass the time with.

“...why can't you just apologise?” Squalo whispered into the sheets, more to himself than Xanxus, who overheard anyway.

Feeling the cold metal drop away from his lower back, Squalo scrunched up his face and waited for the inevitable.

But it never came; instead, all he felt was a cold hand gripping his shoulder, pulling him upright into a kneeling position, his naked back flush with Xanxus' chest, Squalo's wet hair pressed between the two of them, no doubt soaking the raven-haired man's white shirt.

“You will never, ever, hear me say this again, you little bitch, and I swear to god if you so much as think about telling anyone that I did, I really will kill you; but how am I supposed to fuck you if you're so goddamn miserable?” Xanxus began, whispering into the silver-haired man's ear, his hand trailing from Squalo's shoulder down to his hip, the hand with the gun held limply by his side.

Squalo's stomach flipped when he heard those two little words murmured into his ear, the soft hiss of the 's' ghosting over the shell of his ear, making him shiver from head to toe.

He wasn't even sure that Xanxus entirely meant it, but the fact he had managed to lower himself enough to actually mutter the words, even just for that split-second, was enough for Squalo; maybe he really did care, even if it was only a little bit. The anger tensing up his muscles, boiling his blood seemed to dissipate in one fell swoop, and when Xanxus reached for his jaw, turning his head so his raven-haired boss could kiss him over his shoulder; he didn't resist.

Feeling Xanxus' tongue press against his bottom lip, Squalo opened his mouth willingly, allowing that tongue to probe inside gently; reaching into corners of the silver-haired man's mouth that he'd forgotten existed. Squalo moaned softly at the feeling; had he really gone three weeks without this mouth?

Breaking off with a soft popping sound, Squalo watched out of the corner of his eye as Xanxus' hand moved down his torso, towards his crotch.

“Besides,” Xanxus laughed gently into Squalo's ear, simultaneously dipping his tongue into the shell and ghosting his hand's over the other man's half-hard cock, eliciting a muffled 'ah' from the recipient, “I don't think you could have lasted much longer without me, anyway.”

And with those last few words, all (well, most of anyway) of Squalo's rage returned, his hackles rising at the statement; how could he turn it round to make Squalo seem like the desperate one?! He hadn't thought it possible for Xanxus to get any cockier; but he just had.

“That's it! Get the fuck out, Xanxus, I'm fucking sick of th-” Squalo tried to writhe out of Xanxus' grip but he was instead forced back down into his original position, but instead of the cold gun metal resting on his tail-bone Xanxus had leant over Squalo's body to grasp the silver-haired man's wrists in one hand. The other, Squalo could feel, was making quick work of Xanxus' belt, pulling it off, and to Squalo's non-surprise, reached up and quickly bound the silver-haired man's wrists together and tied them to one of the posts in the headboard.

Giving a quick yank to see if he could possibly break free of the restraints, Squalo was disappointed; as always, Xanxus had tied it so tight, the red marks in his pale flesh were already beginning to show.

“Stop wriggling about.” the dark-haired man demanded, having picked up his gun again, only to smack Squalo's butt-cheek with it, a violent spank.

He felt no fear of being shot now, now that they'd sort of, kind of, almost made-up, but he was certainly terrified of anything else Xanxus was planning on doing with his gun.

And true to nature, before Squalo could protest again, Xanxus thrust two fingers into the silver-haired man's unprepared hole, making him wince and grunt in response. Three weeks of nothing being rammed up there had given him a chance to actually recover somewhat, and the sudden insertion of two fingers, which would normally barely make him blink, was causing him some pain.

Of course, Xanxus didn't give a damn if Squalo was in pain, and after pumping his fingers in and out a minimal amount of times, scissored a third in as well. Squalo breathed out shakily, arching his back and pressing his hips back onto Xanxus' hand; even if he was in some pain, the feel of his dark-haired boss inside him again made him so hot, his cock, now fully erect, was throbbing between his legs; painfully neglected.

“Ugh, you're...so...tight,” Xanxus grunted, emphasising each word with a thrust of his fingers, “you'll rip my dick off if I put it in now.”

Squalo whined in response. He had gone beyond to ability to reply with words.

“I think we need to loosen you up a bit more first, don't you agree?” Xanxus smirked, removing his fingers from Squalo's unlubed hole.

Squalo knew what was coming. Xanxus was desperate to do it to him, maybe had been wanting to do it for ages, weeks, months, he could tell, but despite knowing what was coming he still couldn't do anything to prevent the inevitable, shredding pain he knew he was about to experience.

All he could do was groan, getting louder with every millimetre of the gun that was pressed into his entrance, the uncomfortably cold metal stretching him apart like something he'd never experienced before. Squalo's voice cracked at one point, his agonising cry quickly replaced by a hoarse whimper as the pain racked his entire body.

His legs shook, his fists were clenched, his face, dripping with sweat, had dropped down to press into his beds' covers; and eventually, the gun stopped pushing, pressed in as far as it would go. Removing his hand from the cold metal and moving it to Squalo's hip, Xanxus looked on approvingly at the handle of his gun protruding from the silver-haired man's hole.

Noticing a small trickle of blood from where the gun had ripped the tight flesh around the rim beginning its trail down Squalo's leg, the raven-haired man frowned.

“If your blood fucks up the action on my gun, I won't be impressed, Squalo.” Xanxus drawled, grabbing the handle of the gun and giving a firm twist, grinding it into Squalo's ravaged entrance, causing the silver-haired man to throw his head back and let out a pained cry, fading into pants and cracked groans.

“Shut the fuck up,” Xanxus snapped, reaching round with his other hand to take Squalo's cock into his palm, pressing one finger firmly into his slit, playing with the pre-cum forming there, “I know you love it, you little slut.”

And, with that said, the gun began to move, Xanxus fucking Squalo, notably quite gently, with the cold metal, the blood from the silver-haired man's hole beginning to run down his thighs, somewhat easing the way for the gun, making a kind of makeshift lube.

“You love it when I do this to you, don't you, Squalo? You fucking little masochist, taking it up the ass so willingly. Fuck, maybe we should make this more interesting if that's how you like it.”

The silver-haired man's eyes shot wide-open at the sound of the safety on Xanxus' gun being clicked off; one slip of Xanxus' hand, and Squalo would be dead, a bullet buried in his stomach.

Xanxus carried on pumping the gun in and out of Squalo's entrance, giving an occasional twist, as if the silver-haired man, who was now emitting noises like torn sobs in the fear of being accidentally killed by a gun fired up his ass, wasn't in enough pain as it was anyway, a wet noise resounding quietly in the still air with every thrust.

Squalo was glad Xanxus couldn't see his face, his eyes misted over with pain and sheer terror, and tears pressing out of the corners; spit trickling out of his slack-jawed mouth onto the bed. His wet hair fell over his heaving shoulders in knotted strands, blinkering Squalo's vision; not that he could, or wanted to, see anything anyway.

The dark-haired man's hand harshly fisted Squalo's cock, squeezing tightly on to the silver-haired man's throbbing need, sliding his hand up and down in time with the pumps he was applying to the gun in Squalo's hole. Squalo was struggling to stay in control of his body, desperate to come, but in so much ripping, tearing pain he was surprised his cock hadn't just flopped at the feeling.

Hearing Squalo's breathing shorten, Xanxus removed his hand from his partners cock; he wasn't going to let him go that quickly, he hadn't finished with him yet.

“Don't you dare come yet, bitch.” he snapped, taking a firm grip of the gun; one harsh tug to pull it from Squalo's entrance, slick with blood, droplets of which flicked out onto Squalo's white sheets. The silver-haired man let out a shuddery yell, his eyes widening, as the gun was pulled from him, his muscles spasming as they were finally allowed to loosen; inwardly sighing at the relieving feeling of having a live gun being removed from his rectum.

Dropping the gun onto the carpet, staining it with the sticky red liquid, Xanxus ripped off his damp, blood-spotted shirt, quickly followed by his pants, releasing his own rock-hard cock to the cool air.

Placing his hand on the inside of Squalo's thigh, Xanxus coated his fingers with blood, dragging his digits up the silver-haired man's skin till he reached that spent little hole, and began to circle his thumb around the torn flesh.

Squalo mewled at the feeling, too weak to even moan properly; until he felt Xanxus' tongue touch his thigh, tracing the same path his fingers had taken on the other leg, reaching the same destination his thumb had reached. The silver-haired man whimpered in protest as Xanxus' tongue probed into his hole, circling round the rim, thrusting in and out, lapping up Squalo's blood like it was the finest liquor in the world.

The silver-haired man winced when the belt dug into his wrists as Xanxus grabbed him by the hips and flipped him onto his back, the impact of his backside even on something as soft as a bed making him cry out in pain.

The twos' eyes met, and Squalo balked at the sight of Xanxus licking blood from the corner of lip, red smeared across his mouth and chin like some kind of crazed vampire. The dark-haired man's bloody tongue soon attached itself to Squalo's chest, swirling around a nipple, biting down and tugging with an urgency Squalo was a little unused to, leaving his skin flushed and smeared with spitty blood.

Tracing his tongue up Squalo's neck, only to thrust into the silver-haired man's complacent mouth, Xanxus placed his hands behind his partners knees and pressed his thighs into his chest, hooking Squalo's legs over his shoulders and positioning his cock at Squalo's entrance.

Thrusting in quickly, Xanxus felt no resistance from the silver-haired man's loosened muscles. Looking down at Squalo's pained face, open-mouthed and panting, light head lolling backwards, arms straining against the belt.

“Fuck,” Xanxus swore, breathing heavily, moving up into a kneeling position, sitting back onto his heels and pulling Squalo's hips forward into his lap, “tighten up your pussy, you slut. It feels like you've just been fucked 100 times over; you think I want to fuck a whore?!”

Squalo whined out, exasperated. Why, why now of all times, did Xanxus have to be picky; didn't he realise he couldn't have everything?! It was his own fucking fault for sticking a gun up there! But nonetheless, Squalo still did his best to please his lover, attempting to squeeze his anal muscles tighter around Xanxus' cock, banging in and out of him. The sound of slapping skin resounded in the room, accompanied by Xanxus' torrid swearing and Squalo's moans of pain and pleasure.

“What a good little slut,” Xanxus laughed breathily, giving Squalo's hips a sort of affectionate squeeze with his bloody hands, and rewarding his silver-haired lover by actually aiming for his prostate.

Squalo whispered Xanxus' name over and over when that electricity coursed through his veins, that fire burning through his blood, and for a second, the pain disappeared as pleasure melted it away.

“Say my name.”

“X-Xan-” Squalo couldn't finish, overcome with the feel of Xanxus' cock ramming into his insides, slamming against that sweet spot over and over again making his vision blur and his head even lighter.

“Louder!” the dark-haired man yelled, yanking Squalo's legs further apart and thrusting as deep as he could, grinding his hips against his partners behind. “Scream my name, you whore!”

“Xanxus!” Squalo cried out, somehow finding his voice again as the raven-haired man pounded into his prostate, “Fuck, X-Xanxus! M-mo...m-more!”

Said raven-haired man groaned out at the erotic sound of his own name, tumbling over Squalo's bloody lips in a tremulous shudder, contorting the silver-haired man's face into such a shape it made Xanxus want to come all over it then and there.

Finally grabbing hold of Squalo's aching, leaking dick, Xanxus began to pump in time with his heavy thrusts, his fist maintaining that firm grip that Squalo had missed for those three weeks.

Squalo's toes curled and his fists clenched tighter, his back arching as he came into Xanxus' fingers, his sticky white cum squirting onto his stomach, as he croaked out Xanxus' name for the final time.

It didn't take much longer for Xanxus to finish, a few more thrusts into Squalo's bloody hole before he came, grasping onto his partners hip, digging his fingers in violently and dropping his head back, whispering 'Squalo' under his breath as he filled said man's insides.

Moments later, he breathlessly withdrew his flaccid member, stained with blood, from Squalo, who, already half-unconscious, let out a shuddering murmur, as Xanxus' cum dripped from his bloody hole freely.

Dropping down beside his partner, Xanxus reached up one hand and deftly undid the belt restraining Squalo's wrists, whom pulled himself free gently, dropping the belt off the side of the bed tiredly.

Feeling thoroughly used and horrendously dirty, Squalo rolled over to try and get up and go to the shower, to wash the sticky, dried blood off him for the second time that day.

But, he was quickly apprehended by Xanxus grabbing one of his wrists and rolling him back towards him, so they were face to face. Bringing Squalo's hand to his lips, Xanxus kissed the angry red lines on his lover's wrists; his fault, as always.

“You think you can walk after that, you idiot?” he murmured between kissing Squalo's inflamed skin, “I'll take you in a bit; we can share.”

Squalo smiled softly, his eyes shutting involuntarily, as Xanxus shifted closer to him. The silver-haired man had been wondering what part of make-up sex was so good. For other couples, it was probably just the energetic sex; for Xanxus and Squalo, it was the afterglow; that moment that they could share in each others arms without actually wanting to, or having to, shout or argue or fight with each other. To simply just be with each other; the calm after the storm.

Especially after a three week storm, that had seemed more like a raging tempest with no end in sight.

It was nice, thought Squalo, pressing himself to Xanxus' chest, to pretend to be normal for once. For a moment, he even thought he could just forgive Xanxus for all that he'd just done to him. Not that pain was uncommon in their bed; it was something Squalo often overlooked, instantly forgave when Xanxus simply kissed his sore wrists, his bite marks; it somehow washed it all away.

But then he remembered Xanxus had just fucked him with a gun.

A faint glimmer of anger flickered into life in Squalo's stomach, but it soon dissipated.

Sure, he could take another week of not talking to Xanxus on account of him having torn Squalo apart from the inside out; but he certainly couldn't take another round of Xanxus' idea of make-up sex.

Well, I hope you got through that without being sick or something equally gross.

Hoshi needs to start writing stuff other than XS...